Chapter 6: Do the Bitches Know That Wen Wan Has Returned (3)

Wen Wan curled her lips slightly; it seemed that even the bonds of fate in this rebirth had tied us firmly together.

But the Wen family, Prince Chen—do you even realize it?

Picking up the bronze mirror again, Wen Wan—no, Changge Yue—examined the red rashes on her face closely. She smiled faintly; it was indeed caused by medicine. The large red marks were also clearly the result of chemical erosion, and the poison behind them had likely been contracted while she was still in her mother’s womb.

Changge Yue set the mirror down on the table. The poison on her face was likely incurable in this land of Dongmo, but to her, it was no challenge at all. Back at the Bridge of Helplessness, too many people had died unjustly from poisons. Her work there had been to study various toxins and their antidotes to cleanse the souls of the wronged. When it came to the art of toxicology, Changge Yue dared to claim that if she were second, no one could call themselves first.

"Miss, please don't be too sad. Your face..." Bizhu bit her lip, not knowing how to comfort her mistress. Her lady was clearly the most noble of the legitimate daughters, yet because her mother was gone and she bore this hideous appearance, she suffered endless grievances. She had even been pushed into the lotus pond by the second and fifth young mistresses, lying in a coma for over ten days without a single person coming to ask after her. "Miss, once the eldest young master returns, you will surely not suffer another bit of hardship!"

The eldest young master Bizhu spoke of was, naturally, Changge Yue’s biological brother, who had been framed by their stepmother and cast out of the manor by General Changge long ago.

Changge Yue smiled faintly, her eyes filled with an air of liberation. "Who says I mind?" Gathering the herbs to restore her beauty would be a matter of mere minutes. Besides, it was easy to see from the reflection that without these rashes and red marks, Changge Yue would have been a remarkably stunning woman.

Bizhu assumed Changge Yue was merely trying to comfort herself. She was about to speak when she saw Changge Yue suddenly stand up, a strange, inexplicable smile playing on her lips. "It seems life from now on will not be lonely at all..."

Having inherited Changge Yue's identity, she would dismantle every burden she carried and throw it back in their faces piece by piece.

"Bizhu, go and prepare a few things," Changge Yue said calmly, listening to the approaching footsteps.

Bizhu was startled. She noticed that her mistress had been different ever since waking up this time, though she could not quite put her finger on how.

Changge Yue furrowed her lovely brows. Despite a face that terrified others, there was a sudden glimmer of vitality that was truly striking. Her lips parted slightly, her tone careless and indifferent. "One must be polite when arriving in a new place. If someone dies, how can they suffer a fate worse than death? Just prepare some chili water—remember, the spicier the better—and a basin of soot from the bottom of a pot. Hurry!"

Bizhu was stunned at first, but under Changge Yue’s calm smile, she found herself nodding involuntarily. "I will go at once, Miss."

Changge Yue sat down slowly, resting her chin on her hand, feeling the boredom of time passing. She realized that for all this time, those people had still not reached her courtyard. If the memories she had inherited were correct, the original Changge Yue had been drowned alive by the sisters born to her stepmother.

Rest assured, I will collect your debts.

Those who harmed you and bullied you—not one of them will survive!

As these thoughts crossed her mind, a delicate voice filled with wanton, arrogant laughter mocked from the doorway: "Fifth sister was right after all; this ugly freak really isn't so easy to kill."